{"id":117,"date":"2009-02-05T13:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-02-05T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/booksbylyncote.com\/SWBS\/?p=117"},"modified":"2009-02-05T13:00:00","modified_gmt":"2009-02-05T13:00:00","slug":"a-survival-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/booksbylyncote.com\/SWBS\/uncategorized\/a-survival-story","title":{"rendered":"A Survival Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_n-AHFKBV0rY\/SYn3JoYGj6I\/AAAAAAAAAEI\/rNqkUNlSR2I\/s1600-h\/Havah+Highres.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_n-AHFKBV0rY\/SYn3JoYGj6I\/AAAAAAAAAEI\/rNqkUNlSR2I\/s320\/Havah+Highres.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299038181407494050\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Here&#8217;s another story of a strong competent woman in a day that saw them as frail creatures who could not make it on their own. Tosca Lee is new to writing and her books are amazingly different from most. Tosca is going to share a family story and then an excerpt of her second book, <span style=\"font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;\">Havah. <\/span><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Tosca begins: Lyn, the following is the story of my great, great, great grandmother on my mother\u2019s side. <\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Wingdings;\"><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" > &#8220;In 1883, the newly-widowed Azuba Moncrief packed up her possessions. Prompted by the urging of a cousin and further intrigued by an issue of the <i><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Ottawa Republican<\/span><\/i> advertising homes in Nebraska on lands of the Union Pacific Railroad Company, Azuba planned to take her four children west to start a new life. But when she returned home from securing a team to haul her family\u2019s things to the train depot, she soon discovered that her oldest son had fallen ill with measles. She would have to delay their departure until the illness had runs its course\u2014through all four of her children. During those weeks, Azuba nursed her children toward health and contemplated the future. Little in Azuba\u2019s life had ever gone as planned.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" > <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Born in1841, in Hebron, New York, Azuba was raised under the religious guidance of her self-educated preacher father, who believed wholeheartedly in the benefits of education. In 1865, she followed her two older sisters and entered Oberlin College in Ohio as a sophomore. Oberlin had already pioneered the \u201cjoint education of the sexes\u201d in 1833, educating men and women alongside one another, and had just graduated its first African American woman in 1862. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >College life, however, was not good to her; her second year she came down with typhoid. She was not the only one to become ill; Azuba\u2019s sisters had both contracted tuberculosis while in college. That year, Azuba\u2019s oldest sister died. The following year her second sister died, by which time Azuba\u2019s father had dramatically changed his opinion of college education. After a drawn-out struggle with his daughter, who wanted to remain in school, he brought Azuba home, \u201cfully satisfied not to invade these dangerous institutions any more.\u201d <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Home from college and bereft of both her sisters, Azuba married a childhood friend named William from nearby Rupert,  Vermont. Almost four years her junior, William was a handsome Civil War veteran with a seemingly promising future\u2014and 40 acres of land. William, however, was not cut out for farming life. He suffered from piles and a lame back, making hard manual labor impossible. Disappointed, Azuba went home to live on a farm in Rupert, Vermont that her father bought for her. William, in the meantime, went steadily bankrupt. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-family:&quot;;font-size:12;\"  >Giving up on farming life, William decided in 1875 to move to Ottawa, Illinois where he had found work as a lock tender on the thriving Illinois and Michigan Canal. Fortunately, he was a better lock tender than farmer. Azuba came out to join him and the couple, along with their growing family, lived near lock 11, west of town. Eight years later, William\u2014only 38 years old\u2014was found dead in the canal near his home. Despite a strong suspicion of murder, a local jury brought in a verdict of death by lightning. Azuba buried her husband in a quiet cemetery near the Illinois river where two of her babies were already at rest.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Having to provide for herself and her four living children, Azuba petitioned the U.S. Government for a widow\u2019s pension based on William\u2019s Civil War service. The government granted her a small pension of eight dollars a month\u2014but it wasn\u2019t enough. Her solution came by way of the same newspaper that had run her husband\u2019s obituary just two weeks prior: an advertisement offering homesteads and timber claims in Gosper County, Nebraska.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Azuba had a cousin in Waterloo, Nebraska who encouraged her to make the trip. She could stay with his family while she found her land. Excited at the prospect of returning to farming on her own terms, Azuba could wait no longer. Three of her four children had recovered from the measles\u2014leaving only Charlie, who had been the first to contract the sickness. She wrapped Charlie in a blanket and made him a place to lay down in the train. Her neighbors criticized her, saying Charlie\u2014who had been sickly all his life and was still too weak to sit up\u2014would die. But by the next morning, he was sitting up to look out the car window and quickly improved after that.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Azuba stayed on with her cousin for about three months in Waterloo, Nebraska while making preparations to stake a claim 230 miles west. At last, she took a train to Lexington. Once she arrived, she faced the question of how to get another 17 miles west to Gosper County to find her land. The local liveryman\u2019s price was an exorbitant seven dollars\u2014to which Azuba replied there was no easier way she could earn seven dollars than by going the 35 miles on foot. She found her homestead, walked back to Lexington, returned on the train to Omaha\u2026 and then walked back to her cousin\u2019s house in Waterloo\u2014another 35 miles. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >She bought a team of four and five year-old mares, made two trips with a wagon from Waterloo to her new homestead to get her family moved, and hired a neighbor to build her a sturdy sod house. Next, she needed a barn. Azuba enlisted her children and together they dug out the side of a canyon bank, covering it with brush, sod and dirt. Azuba and her children settled in to homestead life just in time for winter and proved up on the claim in 1886. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Three years later, she went 150 miles west and got preemption of 160 acres and an additional timber claim of 160 acres. She built houses on both claims as well.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >In 1894, the tuberculosis that had taken both her sisters and her youngest brother struck Azuba. By the time she died in March of 1895, she had left a farming legacy to all of her children. Her original homestead went to Charlie, the preemption claim in a neighboring county to her younger son, and the timber claim to her daughter, Lizzie. To her youngest daughter, Edna, Azuba left $1,000 which Edna used to purchase 160 acres of her own. She also left a farm in Gage County.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >Of her mother\u2019s productivity and success, Lizzie writes: \u201cI do not believe there was ever another woman who performed such a task. She plowed, planted, and harvested, milked cows, made cheese, took in washing, and nursed sick neighbors\u2014always on the go from daylight \u2018till near midnight. This was a job for a woman alone with four children between three and 14 years.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" > <\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"><span style=\"line-height: 200%;font-size:12;\" >{Source: <i><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Moncrief: From the Scottish Highlands to the Nebraska Prairie<\/span><\/i><\/span>, Laura Moncrief Lee, 1980}<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 200%;\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">What a fantastic story! I think Azuba and my greatgrandmother Sadie would have been happy to be neighbors. Now more about Tosca herself and her newest book, <span style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Havah.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"margin: 1ex;\">\n<div>\n<p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;\">Havah: The Story  of Eve<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:Bodoni MT;font-size:180%;\">Tosca Lee<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">Myth and legend shroud her  in mystery. Now hear her story. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">From paradise to exile, from  immortality to the death of Adam. Visit the dawn of mankind through  the eyes of Eve\u2014the woman first known as\u2026 <\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:6;\">Havah<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">&#8220;A passionate and riveting  story of the Bible\u2019s first woman and her remarkable journey after  being cast from paradise. Lee\u2019s superior storytelling will have readers  weeping for all that Havah forfeited by a single damning choice.&#8221;<br \/>\u2014<b>Publishers Weekly<\/b> (starred review)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">\u201cOnce every few years, I  come across a book of such scope, such beauty, that it defies description. <b><i> Havah<\/i><\/b> bridges mankind\u2019s beginnings with the restless state  of our present age. . . . <b><i>Havah<\/i><\/b> is a novel with boundless  imagination.\u201d<br \/>\u2014 Eric Wilson, author of <b><i>Field of Blood <\/i> and <i>Fireproof<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;\"><b>Prologue<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">I have seen paradise and ruin.  I have known bliss and terror. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">I  have walked with God. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">And  I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of organs,  that a lifetime of joy and pain might be encased in one mortal chamber.  I still recall my first moment of consciousness\u2014an awareness I\u2019ve  never seen in the eyes of any of my own children at birth: the sheer  ignorance and genius of consciousness, when we know nothing and accept  everything. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">Of  course, the memory of that waking moment is fainter now, like the smell  of the soil of that garden, like the leaves of the fig tree in Eden  after dawn\u2014dew and leaf green. It fades with that sense of something  once tasted on the tip of the tongue, savored now in memory, replaced  by the taste of something similar but never quite the same.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">His  breath a lost sough, the scent of earth and leaf mold that was his sweaty  skin has faded too quickly. So like an Eden dawn\u2014dew on fig leaves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">His  eyes were blue, my Adam\u2019s. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">How  I celebrated that color, shrouded now in shriveled eyelids\u2014he who  was never intended to have even a wrinkle! But even as I bend to smooth  his cheek, my hair has become a white waterfall upon his Eden\u2014flesh  and loins that gave life to so many.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">I  think for a moment that I hear the One and that he is weeping. It is  the first time I have heard him in so long, and my heart cries out: <i> He is dead! My father, my brother, my love!<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">I  envy the earth that envelopes him. I envy the dust that comes of him  and my children who sow and eat of it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">This  language of Adam\u2019s\u2014the word that meant merely \u201cman\u201d before it  was his name\u2014given him by God himself, is now mine. And this is my  love song. I will craft these words into the likeness of the man before  I, too, return to the earth of Adam\u2019s bosom. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">My  story has been told in only the barest of terms. It is time you heard  it all. It is my testament to the strength of the heart, which has such  capacity for joy, such space for sorrow, like a vessel that fills and  fills without bursting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">My  seasons are nearly as many as a thousand. So now listen, sons, and hear  me, daughters. I, Havah, fashioned by God of Adam say this:<\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">In  the beginning, there was God . . .<\/span><\/p>\n<p>      <span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">But  for me, there was Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\"> Tosca Lee is the author of  the critically acclaimed <i>Demon: A Memoir <\/i> (2007)<\/span><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;\">, <\/span><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">a  ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Silver Award winner, American Christian  Fiction Writers Book of the Year nominee, and Christy award finalist.  Visit Tosca at her site: <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.toscalee.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;\"><u>www.toscalee.com<\/u><\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FHavah-Story-Eve-Tosca-Lee%2Fdp%2F1600061249&amp;tag=wwwdemonamemo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;\"><u>http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/<wbr>redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;<wbr>location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.<wbr>amazon.com%2FHavah-Story-Eve-<wbr>Tosca-Lee%2Fdp%2F1600061249&amp;<wbr>tag=wwwdemonamemo-20&amp;linkCode=<wbr>ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325<\/u><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s another story of a strong competent woman in a day that saw them as frail creatures who could not make it on their own. 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